Fantasies cannot simply be dismissed. They exist and form one of the pillars of a person's psyche. Jim was a man who desperately yearned to experience the thrill of being a sex slave. He had heard stories of foreign countries where sex slavery was legal, and he longed to experience that freedom for himself. His fantasies took in the stories he found and they backstopped his fantasies and desires. It became a need, not just a desire to experience sex but submission to the level only a sex slave knows.
Jim was 32 years old, a blond man with northern European features though he was from Boston. He was small for his age at 5'6" tall, slender with a mostly athletic build because of his exercise regimen though he somewhat large firm cock and balls made it uncomfortable for running, but it was a favorite feature with his lovers. He was between relationships having dumped his most recent girlfriend of over two years just three months earlier. He was a confirmed heterosexual and didn't entertain switching teams even temporarily.
Jim decided to take a vacation to Morocco, where it was said that real-life slave markets still existed. He did not even imagine that his four-week vacation might be extended into a permanent one.
He's heard about people, particularly whites, who went to Morocco and just disappeared. The police were known to spend significant resources to find those missing. However, the police knew exactly what happened, and only a few of those investigations bore fruit, but always with a body found after being killed during the initial training. These were used as examples of the government attempting to help end trafficking but the truth was the opposite. His fear instead of steering heim toward safety, instead fueled him forward.
Arriving at Marrakesh's Menara airport, his jockey sshortd soaking wet at what he imagined what could happen. He looked around the baggage claim area of the airport where men with small signs were all clamoring to be seen. Each sign held the name of the traveler that they were there to pick up and take to hotels and resorts in the city. Jim found his name on one such sign. It was held by a well-dressed man who looked like a professional chauffeur. A name tag on his shirt said his name was Mohammed.
Jim allowed himself to be taken to his car where he put Jum’s bags in the trunk and they were off to his hotel.
During the drive Jim asked about the city and the sights he passed on the way to the hotel. He told the driver to take a scenic route so he could see some of the city before he settled in to rest after the long flight. As he drove he talked about some of the famous sights and events like camel trips over the Merzouga dunes as well as the many hot air balloon flights available.
Visiting the Bahia Palace was suggested but when the historic Medina market was mentioned Jim’s eyes lit up. Although Medina market is not a slave market, the idea of a market interested him and he asked where the fabled slave markets were. Mohammed said that's not something that exists anymore and he changed the subject.
Mohammed spoke English well, somewhat with a British accent. Apparently he had spent some years in England working as a contracted driver for the Moroccan officials living in London.
As they toured the city they drove past an old market. Mohammed describes the market as an exotic place where various wares are displayed and sold. Jim asked, "Is it true that slaves used to be sold at that market." Mohammed, who gets that question nearly every time he drives a foreigner past the market, explained that, "Yes, slaves had been sold there for centuries."
Jim began to react to the descriptions of the merchandise since Mohammed focused in that men were the focus of that market. In a small voice, Jim asked, "Are men still sold there." Mohammed avoided answering the question but instead asked, "Why is the thought of slavery of men and boyd so interesting for you westerners."
Jim said, "Many westerners had fantasies of being sold for the pleasure of men." Mohammed and Jim talked more about such men and Mohammed admitted that he had driven several foreign men who wanted to see the inner workings of the market as merchandise.
Mohammed got the idea that Jim had exactly that intention. Mohammed finished by saying, "I'm sure you'd look delicious naked on the auction block. If you ever decide to explore that fantasy for real, be sure to call me first. I would love to train you and sell you." Jim's cock exploded with that statement.
Finally, they arrived at his hotel and Mohammed carried Jim's luggage inside. Jim, was still regaining his composure as he followed his driver. Mohammed left Jim with his bags at the check in desk reminding him he could arrange a more eventful exploration of the market and other fascinating sights if he really wanted to experience it. His face went blank, then a telling smile.
Jim had prearranged a tour guide, named Kassim, to see the traditional tourist sights. In his preliminary discussions he told the guide that he wanted to see the famous slave market looking toward the historical aspects. Kassim was not new to westerners wanting to see the inside of a slave market that sells slaves. Kassim warned him that he might not find what he was looking for, but he was determined to try.
The next day they started the tour. When they arrived at the slave market, Jim was filled with excitement. Kassim talked to the guard at the gate and slipped him some money to let them in the back door. He let them in and Kassim showed Jim the auction area. There was not a sale today he told him.
Jim was a bit disappointed but he wanted to see more. Kassim took Jim down to the holding cells. Jim entered one of the cells and looked at the chains that had held slaves. They were empty but he saw the shackles attached to the wall. He picked up one of the manacles on the floor and tried to fit them on his own wrist. He knew that this was what he had been searching for.
Jim imagined being taken to a room, forcibly stripped naked, and taken to this cell and chained to the wall to await his fate. After a bit, he got his wits back and asked to see more. Kassim took him to the auction block next. Because there wasn't a sale that day the audience area was empty. Only a couple of guards saw Jim and Kassim. Kassim motioned Jim to step onto the action block and he asked Jim to display himself as if he was to be sold.
Jim's quivering hands reached for buttons on his shirt to start undressing. Kassim let him get to his underwear then stopped him. He said that he couldn't go any further and told him that selling slaves was a thing of the past, a memory that has been left to the more thrilling aspects of history.
Jim needed to be chained naked on that auction block. Not a desire, but now a need and Jim knew it. A bit later Kassim took Jim back to the hotel. He was disappointed he couldn't go all the way. As Kasim left him at the hotel, he said to Jim, "I'm sorry sir, that market is now only a museum of the past and real slave auctions no longer happened there. It's kept in the readiness in case the King ever changed the law back to the old ways."
Back at the hotel, Jim took a bath and as he soaked he imagined himself back at the market, naked in the cell along with dozens of other men, some white, and others local. He stroked his cock with one hand and pinched his nipples with the other. His nipples were sensitive, but he continued to pinch and pull them giving pain and pleasure. His other hand continued to stroke his cock.
Jim imagined himself on display naked as buyers examined him. Hands groping him all over. Fingers and objects forced into his butt. As he rubbed his cock, he imagined himself on the auction block being prodded by a huge hairy Arab auctioneer.
The auctioneer would offer his body to the bidders in Arabic pointing and poking at his naked body. The auction continued as the bidding went on and eventually, he was sold. An attendant attached a leash to his heavy iron collar then led him off the block and back to the cells awaiting his new owner. He came, and came as the bathtub fantasy of the auction ended.
He then decided to call Mohammed to arrange a real experience. Jim held the phone, his hands quivering, and said, "Mohammed, your slave needs to be sold."
Mohammed expected Jim’s call. He had met enough lonely, obviously submissive male foreigners to know that his desires would bring Jim to him. As he hung up the phone, he smiled as he looked up his contacts in the white slave trade. He was to make the arrangements then pick Jim up at his room at 9 PM to begin the trek into his darkest, and favorite fantasy.
Mohammed knocked on the door and Jim opened the door fully nude. His small but hairy body exposed. He had been told to be nude as a sign that he was a hairy thing, not a man. He felt the thrill of his fantasy coming true as Mohammed locked an iron collar around his white throat. He added matching cuffs to his ankles and finally his wrists behind his back. A large, red ball gag was added and Jim willingly let him buckle it behind his head.
A chain leash was attached to the collar and he was openly led out of the room. Jim was shocked! He was led naked to the elevator. When the door opened he saw two other Arab men who smiled and one Arab woman who commented that this one should get a good price as one of the man lifted his cock and ball firmly as if appraising livestock.
At the lobby, the elevator opened and he was led right through the middle and out the front door as if it was an every day event, a nude bound small pet on a leash out with his master.
Mohammed opened the trunk of his car and had Jim get in.
Surprisingly, there was already another naked similarly bound white slave already in there. Jim got in with the other slave and Mohammed closed the trunk lid. Off they drove for about two hours. Fortunately it was night so the trip wasn't too hot.
The car stopped and Jim heard Mohammed get out. He was gone about an hour before the car trunk opened. Two Arab men grabbed the two slave boys and attached leashes. The men were local Arab men who were not slaves, but instead were Mohammed's servants. They led Jim and the other slave into the house and down stairs into a dungeon.
Jim later found out that the other white slave's name was Kevin who also fantasized about slave markets and their merchandise. Each slave was put in their own separate steel cage after being given 10 minutes for using the toilet. They were told to sleep till they were to begin training.
Slave Kevin was from Atlanta, with a 5'7" frame with a gymnast’s body. He was open to all sex and was very experienced for his age of only 23. He was a popular guy and enjoyed various kinks with. lovers of both sexes. He didn't brag about his experiences but just quietly remembered them as he sat in his cage nude, his brown shoulder length hair all mussed up.
Around 10 Jim was awakened to one of the servants opening Jim's cage to bring him out. He was given a few minutes for the toilet, then bathed. Kevin was treated the same. Both guys were then fed a simple gruel, nutritious but plain and unsatisfying. It would be their food twice a day if they were lucky and performed their training tasks well. Once a day if they were mediocre, and nothing if they failed to please their trainers.
The servants were absolutely loyal to Mohammed, their employer. They didn't care about the slaves plight. They knew they were willingly selected. They also realized that many such white men were not so willing by the time the auction came.
Nothing would get the sevants to dissuade Mohammed on his chosen path. The servants were harsh yet enjoyed molesting the slaves sexually.
Around 11, Mohammed came down and brought both slaves up to the training area. The training area was a walled area behind the house about 20x20 feet. The wall was 12 feet high, solid concrete. In the training area were implements of torture such as a whipping post with a variety of leather whips hanging on the wall. A cross, for crucifixions was also there. A cell on each side of a mock auction block was very prominent.
On the walls were the two male slaves, stripped naked except for their minimal loincloth and bound spread eagle on the walls. They were being punished for their failure to follow orders. The punishment was minimal because Mohammed actually enjoyed his servants taking liberties with the slaves and each other.
It was his responsibility to discipline the sevants, but Mohammed loved whipping them and truth be known, the servants actually loved it too.
Mohammed told Jimand Kevin that the training would take as long as needed to make them ready for sale, not a fantasy sale, but a real one. He said he wanted them to be ready within two weeks and would severely punish any slave not working hard to be sold for the highest price possible. The house servants would be the trainers. Each servant would train one slave. Jim was assigned to Abdul and Kevin was assigned to Ali.
Both servants were in their mid twenties and absolutely handsome. Abdul and Ali were both of Arab descent with olive skin and thick black hair, though covered with the black hair. Each was very tall and very muscular though Abdul's torso was much larger and firm. After Mohammed released his servants from the wall, they were allowed to dress.
Both men were dressed in traditional Arab garb for a man of a significant position when in public. In private, they dressed to excite their boss as revealing as they could.
Ali took Kevin and bound him to the whipping post. He began with a cat O nine tails whip and warmed Kevin's body all over with the whip. The strokes weren't hard, just meant for Kevin to get used to the whip. Between strokes Ali pinched, poked and caressed Kevin's body. He paid particular attention to fingering his cock and balls and pinching each nipple. An hour of this and Kevin was hanging in the restraints. Ali then put Kevin in one of the cells to rest while Abdul had his turn with Jim.
While Ali whipped Kevin, Ali bound Jim between two pillars spread eagled. His hands roamed Jim's nude form, paying particular attention to his nipples. He knew the nipples on white boys were sensitive, which is why Abdul pulled and twisted them viciously. Jim screamed into his gag. Music to Abdul's ears.
Whips of various types were applied to Jim's body. On his back, the cat was used and produced many screams and left the skin quite red. On his chest, the flogger was used to similar effect. Lastly, the bull whip left stripes across both tits and back. After a while Jim hung limp but didn't pass out.
Mohammed sat on a specially ornate chair in the cool of the house looking out his window at the training area watching how the training progressed. He stroked his cock as he watched.
Mohammed was also watching his own slave, an Arab teen do a strip tease in preparation to being fucked by his master. The boy was barely 18 and was a recent gift from his best friend.
Jim and Kevin were subjected to ever increasing torture. When one is being tortured the other is forced to watch. Back and forth for hours. Between different tortures there's 30 minutes to rest then a bucket of water is thrown on them. After the water, then the whipping continues with a flogger while their skin is still wet thus accentuating the pain. By mid afternoon Ali and Abdul are each expressing to each other that their arms are sore from the whipping, but they dare not let up because they know Mohammed is watching.
Jim eventually passes out and just hangs limp in his cuffs. He's pulled down and caged. Kevin's turn was next anyway, so he was put on the whipping post and his whipping continues despite Jim's condition.
Nights are spent caged in the training area, not inside the house. The desert gets quite cold at night and the boys can't even get together to share warmth because their cages are far apart. After four days of constant torture with little food and just enough water to survive, the boys break.
Mohammed and his trainers are experts at breaking young men who mistakenly are taken in by his friendly, empathetic talk of giving the boys the fantasy of their dreams, yet turning on them and making them real slaves. Mohammed's position as a driver was really a front to him selecting and recruiting white tourists to be slaves. The white slave trade was Mohammed's real business, one he truly loved.
Back in Marrakech, Kasim inquired at the hotel to see if Jim wanted to continue his tour of the historical sites and maybe some of the better markets for souvenirs. He was told at the hotel that Jim had checked out and traveled to his next city, Casablanca. Kasim didn't question what he was told and went back to his office to try to get his next customer. Another white tourist disappears without a care.
Day five began with Mohammed standing in front of his new slaves. He is holding a new collar in his hand, one for Jim and one for Kevin. This new collar was not as harsh as the cold, heavy iron collar of their initial training.
This new collar was shiny steel with gold images of men being tortured adorning it. This collar they have to beg for. Mohammed said, "Jim what is your desire? This is your only opportunity to go back to your old life as a free man. You must now declare your decision."
Jim looked dazed and weak but he replied, "Master, please, please, collar this worthless slave as your property forever", and after a few moments of his shaking, he said, "I am nothing, I am yours to do as you will."
Mohammed then locked the collar around Jim's neck, Abdul grinning like a Cheshire cat behind Jim. Abdul then leashed Jim and pulled him to the side. Jim kneeled next to Abdul as Kevin was collared as well.
The rest of the day, the new slaves were taken to eat a normal meal of meat and pastry then were taken to begin training in various skills they would need as new slaves. abdul continued to fondle Jim's tits as he ate. After the meal, the boys were taken to the training room. There Jim saw two beds, and a TV.
"Slaves, get on the beds and spread your legs. You will not move."
Jim got on the left bed and Kevin on the right. Abdul then picked up a long thick object that Jim found out was a representation of his new master's cock was then put into his ass. Abdul rubbed it on his prostate and tested Jim’s arousal, and found him already very erect and overflowing with pre cum.
The life-like phallus then was pushed it in till it couldn't go in any further. Ji m felt both humiliated and excited. The dildo was then pulled out and Abdul tasted Jim’s pre cum and smiled. Jim smiled as well. He couldn't help it, he was beginning to feel lust for his torturer and trainer.
"What do you want to do now, Slave?," Abdul whispered into Jim's ear. Jim said nothing and instead tried to kiss him.
"Please, Master, I am just a slave and have no desires other than to serve you Master Abdul and our Master Mohammed."
"Very good, slave, now get on your knees in front of me and bring me pleasure," Abdul replied.
Jim got off the bed and kneeled in front of Abdul, lifted his robe and began to lick his cock slowly with determination. Before today, Jim had never tasted any man's cock except in his imagination. Now he was hungry for Abdul. As Abdul enjoyed Jim's tongue, he began to stroke the slave's hair as his orgasm began to build then a few moments later it came with a shudder.
After Kevin finished servicing Ali, the boys were required to learn the fine points of sucking cock. It didn't matter what experiences they had already and their skills, they were required to learn what Master Mohammed wanted. His cock was the sole judge of their skills.
At the end of the day, Mohammed was already tired from his various activities and he ordered Jim to come to him and attend him. Abdul told him, "Master wants your mouth slave, don't embarrass me. If you do, you'll regret it."
"Yes Master Abdul," Jim said as he got up to go with him to see his Master for the first time.
Jim's fear was apparent as he was presented to Mohammed. Abdul removed the leash and told Jim to kneel in front of his Master. He did quickly and deliberately and waited for his first order. Mohammed looked over his stocky hairy body.
"Stand and display yourself."
He rose, spread his legs shoulder width and placed his hands behind his neck. He then began to rotate slowly so his Master could see every inch of his naked form. He shivered in fear and excitement. His master reached out and pinched his perky nipple with one hand and entered his ass with his other hand and began to explore his new slave's body.
"Very nice, I knew you'd make a cute hunky slave the moment I saw you at the airport. I knew you'd be here as you are now, your true nature, a slave."
Jim, the slave, bowed his head and uttered, "Thank you Master, please let me pleasure you."
Mohammed smiled and told him to begin. Jim moved close to Mohammed, with his mouth open. Abdul opened his master’s robes to offer his manhood to the new slave. Jim took it directly to his mouth and he began to worship his cock. Jim had learned his lessons well and pleasured him they way Abdul had instructed. Mohammed responded satisfied with Jim's mouth. He came, depositing his seed in Jim’s mouth.
Mohammed looked to see that his cum was still in his mouth because the training, he had received the cum, but was not to swallow till ordered. Jim opened his mouth and it was full of cum.
Master had given him a big load of cum.
"Swish it around, and get a good taste of me slave."
Slave Jim complied and opened his mouth again.
"Swallow," was all Mohammed said as he closed his robe and left the room.
Abdul was pleased because he knew that his master would have lashed out with a fierceness if he wasn't pleased. With him not saying anything as he left was high praise, his first servant knew from his own experience.
Slave Jim was sad that Master just left without a word, but as Abdul leashed him again and took him to his room, Abdul said, "You did well slave, Master was pleased with you. You've earned a treat. You will now please me fully." Abdul pulled Jim into the servant’s quarters and began to caress Jim. Jim didn't know what to do or how to feel. But he knew it didn't matter because he was a mere slave.
Jim then began to kiss his Master as Abdul began to undress. Once nude, the two laid on the bed and began to make love. Abdul knew as head servant he had to be better than Ali, Masters third servant, to maintain his position.
The original second servant had displeased Mohammed and was enslaved and sold, so Abdul always did his best to keep his master happy. Keeping him satisfied with how he trained and provided the slave boys was his key to keeping his position. Jealously was forbidden for servants when Mohammed used any slave or any person. That was rule #2, with rule #1 being Master's pleasure is paramount what ever is required to ensure it.
When Abdul was finished with the slave, Jim was returned to the slave quarters where he saw Kevin already there with fresh welts all over him. Kevin just said, "Master wasn't happy with me so Master Ali was embarrassed and he punished me." Jim then understood how lucky he was to have apparently made his Master happy.
The training continued day after day. The training also moved to how to fuck the Master and do it to please him in other ways. Oral sex, anal sex techniques were taught as was how dance erotically and do extremely hot strip tease.
On the day that Mohammed called for slave Jim again, he knew it was to test his skills again and that it wouldn't just be a blow job. He was terrified as he thought he may end up like slave Kevin. Jim was brought to Mohammed's bed chamber and he was left to await his owner. Nervous he rubbed her cock to make sure he was aroused and wet for when he arrived. He also stimulated his nipples to ensure they're at full attention.
Mohammed walked in and saw slave Jim kneeling next to his bed as he had been instructed. "Undress me slave," was all he said when he stood in front of him. Jim rose and from behind removed his robes and placed them across a chair.
"Come slave, lets see what you've learned," as he laid down on the bed. Jim then slowly, like a cat, got on the bed and slowly, deliberately crawled up his Master's body kissing from his feet then up his body as he approached lips.
The kiss was long and deep as if he was in love with his Master. His tongue met his master’s and they explored each others' mouth. his hands caressed Master's body and came to rest on his cock. He stroked it and it responded quickly to get to fully erect. He took care not to get his cock too excited so that he would cum before he wanted to. He caressed Jim's slave body and finger fucked his ass to a prostate orgasm and Jim melted into his lovemaking forgetting he was a slave and he the master.
He began to climb on top of Jim and then entered his ass and he began to fuck him slowly, then faster as he built up to his orgasm. Jim had to hold back his own orgasm so they would cum together. He teased Jim several time by slowing back down or even stopping then to return to hard fucking. When he exploded into Jim’s ass, he also exploded.
"Clean me," is all he said then slave Jim remembered his slave status and Master put his cum covered cock into Jim’s mouth to clean it. He then got off the bed and knelt beside it until Abdul came to leash him and take him away. Abdul observed the whole scene from a chair on the side of the room. Just as Abdul left, he looked back at his master and Muhammed smiled.
Again, Abdul knew his slave had performed well. As they returned to the servant’s chambers, Abdul quickly pulled Jim to the bed and he devoured Jim's ass trying to get all of his master’s seed from the slave's dripping ass. He licked up the cum that had dripped down the slaves hairy legs to get as much as he could. After, Abdul said, "Slave, you did well and my master was pleased". Abdul then made love to the slave again as a reward.
When slave Jim was returned to his slave quarters, Kevin was there and he too had serviced Master Mohammed, but this time he was pleased and Kevin wasn't marked in any way and was asleep. Apparently, Ali wasn't interested in rewarding the slave so Kevin was there already despite Jim having been taken first.
The slaves didn't speak to each other about how they pleased their owner. They knew that comparing notes was forbidden. Jim was now completely comfortable in his constant nudity. He looked at Kevin's body and both slaves didn't think twice about looking at each other, something that would be taboo in normal society. They were sex slaves now. They knew their place.
Days went on. The slaves continued training. Days turned to weeks, then months. After six months, Mohammed decided that he was bored with the slaves and it was time to sell them. The slaves knew the time for an auction was coming soon. Now they were trained on how to act during an auction, how to present themselves before the auction. They were trained to display their bodies for inspection. Training focused on how to act (to entice higher bids) as their bodies were bid upon as they stood on the block. Abdul was completely in charge and was confident that Master Mohammed would get a good price from both slaves.
The morning of the auction came. About a dozen bidders arrived, each was very wealthy, though not all were men. Two women came as principals, not just arm candy of a male bidder. Mohammed was a modern man and fully welcomed the bidders equally.
Abdul was in charge of facilitating the auction. The slaves were prepared. They were bathed, coiffed and simple makeup applied. Both were led to the display area resigned to their fate. They were both terrified, but also incredibly turned on. Both had the initial fantasy of being slaves sold at auction, despite the idea that it was to be a limited period like a weekend, not for life. They both agreed that deep down by coming to Morocco they had set themselves up for a life of slavery.
Jim and Kevin were each bound spread eagle between pillars so they could be fully examined. Neither were gagged so their mouths could be probed if the bidder wanted. A whip was hanging on a hook next to each slave in case the bidder wanted to test the reaction to the whip. They were to be displayed for two hours as the bidders were treated to an open bar and Hors D'oeuvres.
Each bidder, wine glass in hand probed the slaves, pinched nipples and slapped their asses. A woman from China, one of the bidders, asked why there was a third set up but only two slaves displayed.
"Master Mohammed always has an extra area in case he wanted to sell one of his servants or wives. Being a wife doesn't preclude being sold into slavery."
"Abdul, are you going to be sold today?"
"I never know. I can only try to keep my master pleased with me. The day I can't do that is the day I'll be sold to one of you."
Ali was busy keeping the food and drinks coming, and was nervous about his future. A few times his slave trainee Kevin didn't please his master and as always it was his responsibility to train the slave to please him. Any displeasure with the slave was displeasure with Ali as well.
Ali was well aware that Abdul's trainee never displeased Master Mohammed. Ten minutes before the auction was to begin, Master Mohammed ordered Ali stripped and displayed to be sold.
A bigger surprise was for Jim who was released from the display. Mohammed told Jim, "You will be my number two “wife” replacing Ali. If you continue pleasing me as my “wife” and training new slaves, you will not be sold. Anytime you displease me enough, you'll get your ultimate fantasy fulfilled and will return to the block as merchandise."
The auction then started with Ali sold first. The Chinese woman bid on him and after several rounds won the bid. Ali cried as he was brought to his new owner and kneeled beside her. Slave Kevin was then offered for sale. He brought a good price and was delivered to his new owner who was a man from Thailand.
As the slaves were led away by their new owners, Jim was prepared and was married to Mohammed. That night he proved his skills continued to earn him status as “wife” instead of slave. He and Abdul became constant lovers and realized that it was his skills as a gay lover of Abdul that got his status changed from slave merchandise to “wife.” It was Abdul who asked his master Mohammed, for Jim to be his lover that got the status changed.
Apparently it wasn't Ali's training prowess or lack thereof that got him sold. It was the fact that he wasn't pleasing Abdul that got him sold. Abdul knew Jim would do well with his master and with him for a long time. Despite officially not permitting servants having gay sex, Mohammed actually facilitated it for his own amusement.
Although Jim was nervous about what would happen next, he couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom that he had never felt before. He had fantasized about this moment for so long, and now he was finally living it. He had no idea what was in store for him, but he knew that he was ready to embrace his new life. He was ready to take on whatever challenges came his way, and he was excited for his future as a sex slave and the “wife” of his husband and master.
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